Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 31

Megan snapped back to reality, noticing the car had come to a halt at a crossroads. The light ahead was red

She pulled her hand from Sullivan’s grip and tumed her head away, her demeanor cooling. “Nothing”

Sullivan’s gaze lingered on her averted profile. He felt an uncomfortable twinge in his heart.

His mind wandered back to the early days of their marriage when Megan was just past her twenties Back then, Megan adored him. Every evening, when he came home from work, she would dash downstairs to relieve him of his briefcase, eagerly sharing the menu. she had planned for dinner and drawing him a warm bath before bed.

At night during their intimate moments, he would sometimes hurt her on purpose. She would just snuggle up to him with her nose slightly red, wmpping her arms tightly around his neck and softly pleading with him to be gentle

In those honeymoon days, she was truly joyful.

But gradually, Megan stopped laughing and ceased her playful affection

It seemed she had finally come to accept the fact that he didn’t love her and slowly realized that no matter what she did, it was all in vain, she was always met with indifference and disregard

Megan was still considerate, but her attentiveness had become more akin to performing her wifely duties.

There was no love, just obligation.

Just like the truth she revealed after a few glasses of wine, she had stopped liking him a long time ago.

These thoughts made Sullivan’s imitation grow, he looked away with no intention of speaking to Megan again.

on, and the black

neon lights, the car’s luxury shone

the car window, her gaze fixed on the French bistro they

was closed for

was bustling, and she played the violin and later encountered Begonia and Sullivan….

slowly turned her head, examining Sullivan’s profile. She finally understood why Sullivan had insisted on

this on

kept his eyes on the road, ignoring her.

they reached the bottom of her apartment building that he turned to look at

but she kept quiet.

shorted softly, leaning back into his seat with a lazy posture. “Tm not sure what Begonia had in mind by helping you. But Mrs. Lowry, don’t forget you’re still

a

wasn’t hard to guess Sullivan’s thoughts; he wasn’t hiding them.

he didn’t want his wife, whom he

submit to Sullivan, but she didn’t want to drag Begonia into their

Her him.”

“Our marriage has nothing to do with him! Sullivan, don’t go

eyes bored into

he reached out and gently caressed her face, “1

touch camed a hint of

away. “I’m not Mrs. Lowry!”

few seconds. Then he withdrew his hand,